There’s a Hill Lone and Grey (EN 2635)

EN 2635

There’s a Hill Lone and Grey

Hos.13.14

There’s a hill lone and grey, in a land far away,

In a country beyond the blue sea,

Where beneath that fair sky went a Man forth to die

For the world and for you and for me.

Oh, it bows down my heart

And the teardrops will start,

When in mem’ry that grey hill I see.

For ’twas there on its side, Jesus suffered and died

To redeem a poor sinner like me.

Behold! faint on the road, ’neath a world’s heavy load,

Comes a thorn crowned Man on the way,

With a cross He is bowed, but still on through the crowd

He’s ascending that hill lone and grey.

Hark! I hear the dull blow of the hammer swung low;

They are nailing my Lord to the tree,

And the cross they upraised while the multitude gaze

On the blest Lamb of dark Calvary.

How they mock Him in death, to His last lab’ring breath,

While His friends sadly weep o’er the way;

But though lonely and faint, still no word of complaint

Fell from Him on the hill lone and grey.

Then the darkness came down and the rocks rent around,

And a cry pierced the grief laden air;

’Twas the voice of our King Who received death’s dark sting,

All to save us from endless despair.

Let the sun hide its face, let the earth reel apace,

Over men who their Savior have slain;

But behold from the sod, comes the blest Lamb of God,

Who was slain and is risen again.